...again. Steve and I had kind of a weird day, meal-wise. We started with one each cinnamon roll (and froze the rest for the weekend) because I wanted to try the Cut Rounds recipe from Edwardian Farm (and Steve wanted his cinnamon roll). The cut round recipe sounded very like what we Americans call biscuits, and I bribed Steve into letting me try them by promising gravy for them, which is sawmill gravy- half of the 'biscuits and gravy' of the American South.
The Cut Rounds recipe needs some serious fiddling with. I own and use a balance scale with both imperial and metric weights, so the weighing of ingredients out in grams was not a problem. But the recipe was still way too dry. It also didn't have any salt (maybe because it had so much baking powder; honestly, thirty-five grams looks like two tablespoons) but it still needed at least a pinch. The texture was right; it was more like bread and not like a scone, or an American biscuit. They also didn't rise very well, and I suspect that was because the temperature was too low. 180C is roughly 350F; biscuits are usually baked at around 400F. I will say that they did split and toast up well, though, so I would try making them again. At least once more.
At any rate, between the cinnamon roll and the biscuits and cut rounds, we were stodgily full for the better part of the day. I had a handful of pumpkin seeds and two glasses of Johnnie Black for dinner.
Some role model.